Slaves

Do you feel me in the pupil of your eye
Cause I can feel that you're getting tired
Why don't you lie down, it's time the wires get wound
Don't mind the painting splattered on every wall

Sex with every last fickle-faced snake
Swirls all the way down my waist
Let the bugs circle around my shape

Do you feel me in the pupil of your eye
Cause I can feel that you're getting tired
Why don't you lie down, it's time the wires get wound
Don't mind the painting splattered on every wall

Said I'd try but I know I never would
Sing to the garden and fade into the woods
To celebrate the cold day I was born
I'll dig myself into the floor



Credits
Writer(s): Insula Iscariot
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